Wolf Station Chapter 8: Returning the Slave By Evan Andrews ©2023
This is a fan fiction.
"Wolf Station" is part of a larger cycle of stories related to my Hunters and Hunted series.
As always, I had some faces in mind as I wrote these stories. Wulf is based on rugby player David Williams, Grey on Hugh Jackman, the Bunyip on Tom Jennings (Slake from Beyond Thunderdome), and Steve-o on Bill Mumy (from his Dating Game appearance—google it). The bitches are based on American Ninja Warrior contestants Franklin Bain and Isaac Caldiero. Drakkar and his village are borrowed from a NPhillyDogg story `Aborigines'. This story should not be considered a true representation of the sexuality of either the actors or the characters they play. I apologize for all the Australianisms I'm about to get wrong; please, assume that no insult was meant.
The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If this offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.
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Wulf and his Brothers loaded the now jock-strapped bitches (and one slave) into the rover. In order to keep up the good relations they had with their neighbors, they had to be seen giving back what they had borrowed. Even if what they'd borrowed had been a man.
Wulf gave the shotgun seat to Steve-o, a kindness knowing what the boy might be going back to. The bitches squeezed in the back next to Grey and the Bunyip, not that any of them were objecting—not after the week of intensive fucking that had culminated with their being Sealed last night.
"I'm sorry I have to give you back," Wulf said, reaching over to stroke Steve-o's long chestnut hair and he started the rover, "But that was the deal."
Steve-o smiled ruefully but said nothing. What was there to say? He had sucked Drakkar's black cock before, been bred to overflowing with the villagers' sperm, and he would again. That was what being a sex-slave entailed.
The road was, as before, unimproved' which basically meant there wasn't a road—at least not for most vehicles. The rover took it in stride, though, and after a few bumpy hours they pulled into the village's town square.'
"Deserted," observed Grey.
"That's not usual," Steve-o said, concerned. "Someone ought to be out and about."
Wulf agreed with the redhead. The village wasn't that big, but enough men lived here that they should have seen somebody—going to the bar if for no other reason.
"Bunyip, see if you can find any of our neighbors," said Wulf, and as the young brother loped off he yelled, "And remember they might still be mad at you over losing Isaac."
The Bunyip nodded and disappeared around the edge of a building.
"Grey, let's go get a beer. You three," Wulf said to the men in jockstraps, "Stay with the rover."
Wulf and Grey walked across to the bar and found some of their missing men. Most of the village sex-slaves (They had a small herd of them now) were curled up in the corner grabbing a few minutes shut eye. The two twenty-somethings, Brian and Phil, spooned each other, as did later acquisitions, blond former businessman Chris and his rush-to-the-rescue brother Jay. They didn't see the fifth slave, Logan, the other businessman who'd parachuted in with Chris, but they didn't need to. They could hear him getting royally ass-fucked in the kitchen, probably by Drakkar since it was his bar.
"I said tighten that hole, cunt!" the big-dicked black man ordered his whining slave, "Yeah, that's right! Gimme a hole worth fucking!"
Wulf and Grey grabbed bottles of beer out of the cooler before heading back into the kitchen.
Logan was in fact bent over the table while the black proprietor slammed away at his fuckable ass. The villagers weren't big on subtlety when it came to their fucking, but then again neither were most Brothers when it came to that. Wulf and Grey drank and watched Drakkar seed his whore, whom he then smacked to the floor.
"You earned your nap, cunt," he said. "Now, get out of my kitchen."
The Brothers stepped aside as the blond slouched past them into the main room. He didn't meet their eyes. The villagers' slaves only looked up to see how the men using them were reacting and to pick up clues for what else they should be doing. Making eye contact was a challenge, and the villagers, especially Drakkar, were quick to stamp out challenges.
"My friends!" Drakkar said, beaming as he shoved his cock back into his pants. "Welcome back! You didn't bring my roo did you?!"
Wulf laughed.
"Glad to be here," Grey volunteered, still not sure what this roo joke was about.
Wulf went right to the meat of their visit. He had little use for monkey small talk unless he was hunting.
"No roo, my friend, but we brought back the slave we borrowed," Wulf said bluntly, "We cleaned him up a bit and put some meat on his bones. I hope you don't mind."
"Who cares?" Drakkar said, "My friends, I tell you, we've got so much American ass that we hardly know what to do with it all anymore, and more just keeps falling out of the sky. Hell, if it were up to me, I'd say keep his lazy ass."
"You caught some more slaves?!" Grey was astounded.
"Yeah, a trio of almond-eyed California boys just fell into our laps—almost literally."
No matter what the ethnicity (The slave Brian was black), so long as the captives were Americans, and could be made to disappear without a trace, the government didn't care how many men the village took. This far out though, that number was usually no more than one a year—maybe two if fortune was smiling. Three had been unthinkable, and yet now that had happened for a third time. First had come Phil, Brian, and the deceased Zak, then Logan, Chris, and Jay, and now there were three more boys in the training shed. It was almost a surfeit.
"What do you do when you have too many slaves and there're no Brothers to unload your old used slaves onto?" Wulf asked.
"Oh, Lewis and Cyril lived in the city, and they have contacts there. If we have to move a slave, they can do it with no problems."
Wulf decided this pair either knew the master of the Jolly Rogerer or someone in the Fuck Freight fleet. Surely they wouldn't be stupid enough to put a kidnapped American in an Aussie boy-bordello. That would be begging for trouble—but not his monkeys not his circus.
"So where is everybody?" Grey asked.
"They're in the training shed, of course, working the new slaves over," Drakkar said, "We watched those boys for a few days—the same time we were tracking that hiker your young'un nabbed out from under us. Don't look wary, since we have the three Asians we decided that you all are welcome to keep the white slave. This time. We've never had boys like these three before, and there's debate as to whether they'll be better fucks than the current stock. However it works out, it should make an interesting change. Hey, you want to come help us break them in?"
A Brother almost never turned down a chance to fuck, and Wulf and Grey followed Drakkar to the shed out behind the bar.
Inside they found the aforementioned young Asian-American men being shown the ropes (literally) of sex slavery. The first boy was on his back in the sling getting his ass filled while two village men took turns fucking his mouth. This boy's hands were also busy jerking off two more of the black studs. These clearly weren't the first to fuck him since the boy's face and body were streaked with cum
The second boy was kneeling, hands bound behind his back and his body crisscrossed in red ropes. Someone in the village was getting fancy. One of the villagers was skull-fucking the boy while another held his head in place. The two Brothers marveled at how well this slave was taking his face-dicking.
"These two broke fast," was Drakkar's only comment when Grey asked about it, "The last one, though, he's an altogether tougher grub."
The third and final almond-eyed captive was bound face-first against an upright board, spread-eagled. One of the biggest of the village cocks was buried in his ass drilling away at the unfortunate captive's ass, teaching him absolute obedience in addition to proficiency in the fine art of getting fucked. Standing beside the big black, stroking his dick and patiently waiting his turn, of course, was the Bunyip.
Grey said to Wulf in an aside, "I suppose I shouldn't have expected him to come back to tell us that he'd found a barn full of monkeys getting fucked."
A voice from their right answered him, "Probably not. It's obvious that your brother there's got a one track mind when it comes to putting ass to its proper use."
The ranger, Alby, sat there patiently rubbing the crotch of his uniform shorts. He was the third leg (in more ways than one) of the power structure out here in the bush. So long as he was kept happy, he was agreeable to almost anything. Occasionally he was even helpful. He'd brought boy, Zak, in when he'd escaped capture a couple of years ago, and he and his nephew, Rick, had been part of Jay's abduction.
"Alby," Wolf said, nodding a greeting, "You haven't indulged yet?"
"Not yet. But then I only just got in. Probably not too long before you did. I just know where to come to get some action."
The bearded blond nonchalantly unzipped his pants and pulled out his 6 inch cock, which he stoked the rest of the way hard.
"What brings you boys off your station?"
"Just returning that slave we borrowed—but they seem to have more than they need. Drakkar looked almost surprised that we'd taken the time to return their property."
"They got years of good fucking out of that ginger," Alby mused, "but I'm not surprised that the new meat would be more interesting—especially since they've got so much of it right now."
The villager fucking the boy in the sling finished, coating the boy's ass walls with sperm, and before another black could step up Alby sprang up to claim guest rights. He shoved his 6 inches into the submissive hole and gave the Asian-American ass good old Aussie what-for.
Drakkar laughed, and he sat down with Wulf and Grey to wait their turns.
The sling whore shot a load without touching his dick, and the villagers, thinking he was jerking off, scooped it up and licked it off their fingers before forcing a taste of his own sperm on the slave.
The villager fucking the tough nut slave came, and the Bunyip leapt into the breach. Literally. When he came--and that didn't take long (It never did)-- Drakkar indicated the Brothers should go next. Wulf let Grey use the tough-nut slave before he went. As the de facto alpha, he could afford to be magnanimous. After all, they had all afternoon. That was part of the beauty of being what and where they were.
Hours later (the sun was moving towards the horizon), with all the village's new slave trainees leaking gallons of Indigenous, ranger, and Brother cum out of every orifice, Wulf started pulling on his clothes.
"Drakkar, we appreciate your hospitality, but we really should head back to the station."
"Any time," Drakkar said, with an affability he rarely used with whites. As Wulf had noticed, like called to like, and Drakkar never failed to give the Brothers the respect due fellow hunters, no matter what color their skins.
"By the way I asked around," Drakkar continued, "And there's a consensus. If you want that old slave of ours, keep him."
Wulf hardly considered the redheaded slave old, but...
"Well, if you're sure you don't need the money you'd get from selling him..."
"Take him," Drakkar said, "And enjoy his ass. I always did."
It was a challenge, but Wulf wasn't playing monkey dominance games today.
"I will," Wulf said, and he shook hands with the bar owner.
Grey and the Bunyip made their own good-byes, and then the Brothers headed back out to the rover.
Steve-o and the bitches had climbed into the back and fallen asleep. The picnic that had been packed remained untouched, which just showed how much the Americans had learned. When it came to either food or fucking, you didn't get in a Brother's way.
They shook the boys awake.
"Mount up, gang," Wulf said, "We're heading home. We can eat in the car."
Steve-o started to crawl out of the rover, but Wulf stopped him.
"Forget that. Drakkar said to take you, with the village's compliments. Seems they have enough new meat and don't need your ass anymore. Soooo... I guess we're stuck with you."
Franklin and Isaac cheered, and they all squeezed into the rover again—but with Grey in the shotgun seat, as his seniority merited. The Station's new normal was asserting itself.